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The empty plane soared through the sky as it made its way to Canada. I felt relieved without too many people around me. But on the other hand, the other two individuals accompanying me were equally cataclysmic as the mob. The one sitting across me was the owner of the this private jet, Priscilla. the one sitting at the bar, sipping on bourbon since nine in the morning was my wife, Kiyomi. To say that the situation was concentrated with acid would be an understatement.  The world I had created with my own two hands was crumbling in front of me. I did it with my past, and I did it for my present. I looked at Priscilla, who was deep into her phone, and reminded myself of the illusion I created for her before leaving. Not all actions I took were noble, but they were appropriate. Then again, I did make an illusion for Blessing before I left her. it didn’t work that well, simply because of Amaan. It had been three days since I recited the past that me and Amaan shared. Brad was...

“Ungh” That was the only word I could utter after the bluntness of the bat had made contact with the back of my head. I could not remember what exactly had happened, at least on the first attempt. I also could not realize for a long time where I was, or what I was doing. What I was supposed to do? Was I even alive? Am I in a limbo? Would this be forever? I sub consciously tried to move my right arm, but it didn’t want to follow my command. I could feel the shaky movements of my arm when it made random contact with the ice cold floor. it moved to its own beat, and that music was non diegetic to my brain. It was like a fish, flopping around on the floor, relentlessly trying to find its source of life. In this case, me. Like a character out of shounen manga, I gathered my willpower and moved one finger at a time. All the while my mouth didn’t stop bleating in pain. the mixed noises of shrieks and grunts sounded utterly unpleasant. After gathering the strength in all my f...